Connor
"He looks nothing like me, I don't know why everyone keeps on telling me we look alike!" Edward stressed. Even though we were on a call I could see him in my mind throwing his arms around. Probably pacing in those low riding loose beige trousers he wore that hung low on his hips showing off the two dimples he had on his lower back that made me go crazy.
"Well you do," I pouted as I ran my hand over the yellow and blue quilt Isla had made for me. "Were you with him when I called yesterday?"
"I'm not cynical," he sighed, "Of course not. I had just landed in L.A."
"Oh," well that made me feel better, "Have you slept with him?"
"Connor!" he gaped, "Of course not. What the hell? You shouldn't be asking that to begin with. What's wrong with you?"
